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diff --git a/73352-0.txt b/73352-0.txt index af9781f..00b5131 100644 --- a/73352-0.txt +++ b/73352-0.txt @@ -972,7 +972,7 @@ monotony of each day as it slipped by. With her mother there had been no security at all. They had come from China when Lydia was five, and she could only just remember a little about the voyage, and the terrible parting from her Amah. After that, they had been in London, -sometimes at a boarding-house sometimes in rooms, once in a big hotel +sometimes at a boarding-house, sometimes in rooms, once in a big hotel where Lydia had had her first alarming, unforgettable experience of going up and downstairs in a lift. When Lydia was six, and her father had gone back to China, she and her mother had stayed first with one @@ -1373,7 +1373,7 @@ Lydia always acceded very graciously to such frequent requests, partly because she loved to show her own superior attainments, and partly because of a very definite conviction, which she had never yet put into words, that it was always worth while to show oneself agreeable. -In consequence of this complacence, she was seldom at a loss for +In consequence of this complaisance, she was seldom at a loss for companionship in play-time. There was always someone to walk about with, arms round one another’s waists after the immemorial schoolgirl practice, heads close together under black or scarlet tam o’ shanter, @@ -1977,7 +1977,7 @@ Only Uncle Robert, small, and sallow, and spectacled, was silent. He sat at the foot of the table, said a brief, muttered grace, and dispensed the soup. -“I say, what tommy-rot it is your not playing hockey, Lydie. Bee and I +“I say, what tommy-rot it is your not playing hockey, Lyddie. Bee and I have got a match on to-morrow afternoon.” “Can’t I come and watch you play?” @@ -2354,7 +2354,7 @@ admission: Lydia resigned herself, and since she was no more deficient in physical courage than is any other imaginative egotist, who sets the importance of cutting a figure far above any incidental bodily risk that may -be incurred in cutting in, she successfully avoided at least the +be incurred in cutting it, she successfully avoided at least the appearance of running away from the ball. The game, of course, was what was known to the Senthovens as “a rag” @@ -5514,7 +5514,7 @@ was eager enough for a verdict upon her work, and only pretended a little modest hesitation. “I am afraid you wouldn’t find them very interesting--but I should like -to know if you think there’s any hope for me, Mr. ----” +to know if you think there’s any hope for me, Mr.----” “My name is Margoliouth,” said he. @@ -5734,7 +5734,7 @@ preferred to secure herself against any charge of secretiveness. At first Aunt Beryl only wrote back, “Glad you enjoyed yourself at the Polytechnic, dear; mind and not take cold coming out from those hot places this bitter weather.” Then later: “This Mr. Margoliouth seems -very attractive. Don’t let him break your little heart, dear!” +very attractive. Don’t let him break your little heart, dear!!” The two notes of exclamation denoted Aunt Beryl’s humorous intention, as Lydia well knew. But one day she wrote more seriously. @@ -7263,7 +7263,7 @@ Nevertheless, Lydia Raymond expressed interest and even sympathy in all that Olive told her, and was conscious of feeling both pleased and flattered when, as they entered Regency Terrace again, Olive remarked with what, by the Senthoven standards, perilously approached to -sentiment. +sentiment: “I must say, ole gurl, I never thought you’d turn out such a decent sort.” @@ -10306,7 +10306,7 @@ the publication of her book had momentarily caused in these literary circles was now apparently forgotten, and although Lydia resolutely told herself that she had expected nothing less, she could not help noticing that instead of being introduced to visitors as the new -discov’ey, she was now either left unpresented, or referred to as “my +discove’y, she was now either left unpresented, or referred to as “my husband’s secreta’y, who does sums so ve’y, ve’y marvellously. Poor little _me_ can never add two and two together, you know....” @@ -12222,7 +12222,7 @@ stacked together in a heap. Just as Lydia was looking at them, a very little boy of not more than five years old succeeded in clambering to the summit of the pile, and -stool there triumphant, precariously straddling from the top of one +stood there triumphant, precariously straddling from the top of one hurdle to another. “He ought not--it isn’t safe,” flashed through Lydia’s mind, and almost @@ -13032,7 +13032,7 @@ She did not feel as though she could sleep, and before seeking any rest, she carefully put in order all the tumbled contents in the plain chest of drawers and dressing-table. It partly assuaged her vague sensation of anxiety to be occupied, and partly caused her to -feel certain a slight amusement at the thought of Jennie’s indignant +feel a certain slight amusement at the thought of Jennie’s indignant protests could she have seen her mother at work. It was all unreasonable enough, too, Lydia reflected dryly, for @@ -14109,7 +14109,7 @@ Greenwich. You know his brother has had to rejoin his ship?” “He seems so young,” sighed Lydia. “Well, anyhow, your little Charlie is all right. He’ll be out of it all at his age.” -“He’s only thirteen,” said the Colonel gruffly. “They’ll rush’em +“He’s only thirteen,” said the Colonel gruffly. “They’ll rush ’em through like anything, though. I’m glad now that they neither of them had a fancy for soldiering, and chose the Navy instead. They can be made use of right away, young as they are, if they’re wanted.” diff --git a/73352-h/73352-h.htm b/73352-h/73352-h.htm index e94dfe0..dd08f45 100644 --- a/73352-h/73352-h.htm +++ b/73352-h/73352-h.htm @@ -14,7 +14,7 @@ body { } h1,h2 { - text-align: center; + text-align: center; clear: both; } @@ -37,7 +37,7 @@ hr.tiny {width: 5%; margin-left: 47.5%; margin-right: 47.5%; margin-top: 0em; hr.tb {width: 45%; margin-left: 27.5%; margin-right: 27.5%;} hr.chap {width: 65%; margin-left: 17.5%; margin-right: 17.5%;} @media print { hr.chap {display: none; visibility: hidden;} } - + div.chapter {page-break-before: always;} h2.nobreak {page-break-before: avoid;} @@ -1740,7 +1740,7 @@ requests, partly because she loved to show her own superior attainments, and partly because of a very definite conviction, which she had never yet put into words, that it was always worth while to show oneself -agreeable. In consequence of this complacence, she +agreeable. In consequence of this complaisance, she was seldom at a loss for companionship in play-time. There was always someone to walk about with, arms round one another’s waists after the immemorial @@ -2456,7 +2456,7 @@ was silent.</p> grace, and dispensed the soup.</p> <p>“I say, what tommy-rot it is your not playing -hockey, Lydie. Bee and I have got a match on to-morrow +hockey, Lyddie. Bee and I have got a match on to-morrow afternoon.”</p> <p>“Can’t I come and watch you play?”</p> @@ -2900,7 +2900,7 @@ humiliating admission:</p> deficient in physical courage than is any other imaginative egotist, who sets the importance of cutting a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">[65]</span> figure far above any incidental bodily risk that may -be incurred in cutting in, she successfully avoided at +be incurred in cutting it, she successfully avoided at least the appearance of running away from the ball.</p> <p>The game, of course, was what was known to the @@ -6677,7 +6677,7 @@ her work, and only pretended a little modest hesitation.</p> <p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_154">[154]</span>“I am afraid you wouldn’t find them very interesting—but I should like to know if you think there’s -any hope for me, Mr. ——”</p> +any hope for me, Mr.——”</p> <p>“My name is Margoliouth,” said he.</p> @@ -6941,7 +6941,7 @@ yourself at the Polytechnic, dear; mind and not take cold coming out from those hot places this bitter weather.” Then later: “This Mr. Margoliouth seems very attractive. Don’t let him break your little heart, -dear!”</p> +dear!!”</p> <p>The two notes of exclamation denoted Aunt Beryl’s humorous intention, as Lydia well knew. But one day @@ -8764,7 +8764,7 @@ even sympathy in all that Olive told her, and was conscious of feeling both pleased and flattered when, as they entered Regency Terrace again, Olive remarked with what, by the Senthoven standards, perilously approached -to sentiment.</p> +to sentiment:</p> <p>“I must say, ole gurl, I never thought you’d turn out such a decent sort.”</p> @@ -9277,7 +9277,7 @@ of the entrance-hall.</p> <p>She had only given her own name, rather to Lydia’s vexation.</p> -<p>The hostess, who rustled forward in an elaborate tea-gown,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_217">[217]</span> +<p>The hostess, who rustled forward in an elaborate tea-gown,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_217">[217]</span> upset Lydia’s preconceived ideas of the literary Lady Honoret altogether.</p> @@ -9554,7 +9554,7 @@ place of business all the week.”</p> <p>She could not have imagined beforehand that she would ever make such an announcement during the course of an afternoon call upon Lady Honoret, but -the mention of starving plumbers and Liverpool bar-maids<span class="pagenum" id="Page_224">[224]</span> +the mention of starving plumbers and Liverpool bar-maids<span class="pagenum" id="Page_224">[224]</span> had convinced her that such candour would prove merely an additional asset in her favour.</p> @@ -12008,7 +12008,7 @@ very thick, Lydia.”</p> Nathalie only spoke of the thin, patent-leather, high-heeled things as “boots” by courtesy.</p> -<p>Lydia remembered Lady Mary Damerel’s substantial +<p>Lydia remembered Lady Lucy Damerel’s substantial footwear, and bought a pair of thick country shoes the next time that they went into Clyst Milton.</p> @@ -12399,7 +12399,7 @@ momentarily caused in these literary circles was now apparently forgotten, and although Lydia resolutely told herself that she had expected nothing less, she could not help noticing that instead of being introduced -to visitors as the new discov’ey, she was now +to visitors as the new discove’y, she was now either left unpresented, or referred to as “my husband’s secreta’y, who does sums so ve’y, ve’y marvellously. Poor little <i>me</i> can never add two and two together, you @@ -14688,7 +14688,7 @@ stacked together in a heap.</p> <p>Just as Lydia was looking at them, a very little boy of not more than five years old succeeded in clambering -to the summit of the pile, and stool there triumphant, +to the summit of the pile, and stood there triumphant, precariously straddling from the top of one hurdle to another.</p> @@ -15532,7 +15532,7 @@ carriage, helpless and puzzled.</p> <p>What had that impossible youth said to little Jennie under the syringa-bushes in the dark drive—why had -they taken that way home—that was no way at all—from<span class="pagenum" id="Page_367">[367]</span> +they taken that way home—that was no way at all—from<span class="pagenum" id="Page_367">[367]</span> the Four Acres field? It must have been at Jennie’s suggestion, for how could Mr. Valentine have known anything about it? How long had they been @@ -15640,7 +15640,7 @@ before seeking any rest, she carefully put in order all the tumbled contents in the plain chest of drawers and dressing-table. It partly assuaged her vague sensation of anxiety to be occupied, and partly caused her to feel -certain a slight amusement at the thought of Jennie’s +a certain slight amusement at the thought of Jennie’s indignant protests could she have seen her mother at work.</p> @@ -16938,7 +16938,7 @@ your little Charlie is all right. He’ll be out of it all at his age.”</p> <p>“He’s only thirteen,” said the Colonel gruffly. -“They’ll rush’em through like anything, though. I’m +“They’ll rush ’em through like anything, though. I’m glad now that they neither of them had a fancy for soldiering, and chose the Navy instead. They can be<span class="pagenum" id="Page_401">[401]</span> made use of right away, young as they are, if they’re @@ -19736,7 +19736,7 @@ back again to his seat in front of the writing-table.</p> <p>His attitude was one familiar to Lydia, and, indeed, to all those who knew him: one knee crossed over the other, his hands lightly joined together, his chair turned -sideways to the light that fell from the little reading-lamp<span class="pagenum" id="Page_468">[468]</span> +sideways to the light that fell from the little reading-lamp<span class="pagenum" id="Page_468">[468]</span> upon his thin grey hair and kind, simple face, that held little of learning or of great shrewdness.</p> @@ -20303,3 +20303,4 @@ surrounding her.</p> </body> </html> + |